The Weight of Kindness

How can I love

Those who creep through the dark

With their cloak of painful truths?

Their intentions were not love,

And only skitter away

When the sirens are called

After their presence is found,

Outside that playground

Next to those bubbling

Joys of hopes and dreams.

 

So,

How do I learn to love those

Who push me away because

I do not praise the lord?

Since I don’t go to church?

It had taken me years

To make a single friend

Because I am in sin in the gaze of many.

For not praying for my meals,

But instead I live by

Something other closed eyes

And loud hymns.

 

Can I ever learn to love

Those who sit high up

In their clouds,

Like an illusion of gods

That will never bring anything but misfortune.

They keep floating in their greed,

For mountains could not even 

Meet the high to their demands.

They demand actions that would cost

Everything I stand for.

 

Should I ever learn to love those

Who tormented my soul,

My mind,

My body,

Simply because I was not acting out

The script they made for me?

And everything that creates who 

I am?

I should-- I will

Care for those people still.

 

I tried but they gulped it down 

Like ravenous vultures then demanded more

Even as they said their wallets

Of kindness were empty.

 

Even up to now

As I find the courage to embrace the adventure

ringing throughout society,

Trying to find people worth being around

I wonder if everyone deserve hatred.

And I say no.

All I feel is disappointment is is a cavity of society

That will always exist.

And sometimes new stains will come,

But they can be washed away;

Just like kindness.

But putting a worthy cause out there

Is worth doing.

So every day, 

I continue since there will always

Be people out there waiting for a chance

To bring themselves into a spotlight

Of truth,

Of honor,

Of justice.

Instead of revenge,

Malice,

Doubt.

 

I will never stop doubting this cause-

This kindness,

But I will keep choosing it 

Over and over,

Anyway.

Posted in response to the challenge Martin Luther King.

Nola_hall

WA

13 years old

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